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Post by Father on Mar 16, 2019 19:48:53 GMT 1
As the dance continues into the eve, Titus finds himself face to face with temptation made flesh, how Lady Alena Flowers managed to suddenly appear in front of him when a halt in the music allowed for the change of partners he failed to notice, if indeed, the Levalle bastard had any particular intent or just decided on the spur of the moment that she wanted this dance. However questionable her morals, her choice of attire suggests that the answers keeps her father awake at night, she is a good dancer, and above all very beautiful, with a audaciously low cut gown that does just as good job of calling attention to her goods as any hawker in the streets of Oldtown push her cart through the streets yelling, "Hot pies! Hot pies!". |
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Mar 18, 2019 12:31:39 GMT 1
Titus wasn't a great dancer but adequate enough not to make an arse of himself. He was more home on the training grounds than at ball rooms but he was no stranger to women and whilst the subject of marriage or... relations tended to throw him off balance he knew not to humiliate himself.
But that was with proper, andal women. The dornish (and those with the Blood of Dragons) seemed to dance by their own tune. A tune he found harder to follow.
Lady Alena was absolutely stunning. In all the wrong ways. Titus does his best not to gawk or stare, dornish or not, a lady is a lady. Although this one a bastard fathered by a Levalle who had in one night wrapped Lord Karl Willum around her finger enough for him to cast aside his betrothal. Through witch-craft some say. Balon said something slightly different.
He bows courteously, if a bit stiff and steps in to the dance.
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Post by Father on Mar 19, 2019 18:42:51 GMT 1
Alena makes up for his shortcomings, doing her utmost to make him feel in charge and having mastery of his own feet, taking many steps for each of his, sometimes she presses in close, as if he has caught her, only to flit away with mischievous winks and glances, as if to dare him to try harder to get his hands on her, lift her up so she might coil her legs around him and give in to lust and sin. But oh, no, each time it seems he might have such a chance, she steps away, smiling and laughing. Though there are teases aplenty, the brush of the breast against his arm, her skirts getting pressed up against his leg so that her thigh is ever so briefly fully exposed. At each instance she looks at him with mock imitation of the indignation most ladies would react with at such "accidents" before her eyes laughs it all away and beckons him to try again, but with more daring, quickness and resolve this time.
As the music dies down, she tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek, and whispers an invitation to leave these torches for a good look at the night sky, with men like Lord Merryweather about, a young lady ought not venture out on her own without an escort. The way she is acting, she has something else in mind entirely than looking at the stars. Or maybe she would like that, too. Afterwards.
Should be obvious what she wants, up to you if she needs an intrigue to get it, Titus goes with "Eh, why not enjoy that which she offers up so freely?", or if he's the sort to resist this temptation whatever wily tricks she tries.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Mar 20, 2019 14:11:35 GMT 1
This is a terrible idea. He had sampled the wine but not enough to completely drown out the voice in his head heeding him a warning. But her dancing, her movements, her smiles and coy looks seemed to do the job well. And of course, refusing to accompany a lady feeling unsafe - dornish bastard or not would be a low thing to do. Yet her name, or father’s and uncle’s name rather, would council caution. ”My lady should not need worry about such dangers,” he glances to the corpulent shape of Lord Eldon, enjoying himself far to much. We are under the protection of our King and Queen, that should count for something.” not wanting things to turn too political, but perhaps not to familiar just yet (she is standing awefully close, leaning in as he speaks) he changes the subject. ”How is my lady finding the evening?”
She’s a Levalle, proceed with caution. Objective: Begone, thot! But in a nice way, so Friendship. ID: 11 (13 against Seduction) DR: 4 (6 against Seduction) Composure: 11 Frustration: 0/3 Free Action: Awareness: 3d6 13 - I think that’s a fail? Initiative: 5d6k3 7 - well!
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Post by Father on Mar 20, 2019 18:34:40 GMT 1
Alena have found it quite enjoyable, she does so enjoy dancing. But she points out that however much the protection of the king is supposed to mean, it is never safe for a young lady to walk alone, and the night might prove cold besides, watching the stars is best done where there is no torchlight she insists.
Objective: Lick the lamppost in winter. Free Deception: 6d6k4 18 2 DoS, so +2 ID ID: 13 DR: 4 Composure: 12 Seduce and soil the True Knight: 7d6r1k5+2 26 3 DoS for 5*3-6=9 composure melting away. |
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Mar 20, 2019 19:35:32 GMT 1
Whatever reservations or worries the knight might have carried based on her reputation or birth seems to melt away by every whisper. An idiot would have seen through that the girl had little worry for her safety but more would call the man not grateful for such an opportunity a greater idiot. Titus is somewhere inbetween, his own breed of idiot. They shortly find themselves walking idly through the winding corridors of Summerhall - to look at the stars.
I think you missed an Initiative roll there (although I'm fairly certain you're going to beat mine) Objective: Begone, thot! ID: 11 (13 against Seduction) DR: 4 (6 against Seduction) Composure: 2/11 Frustration: 0/3 Forbidden Fruit - Influence (Charm): 6d6k4+2 22Forbidden Fruit - BotA reroll: 1d6 5 - no difference. 2 DoS 2*3-4=2 Composure lost! |
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Post by Father on Mar 20, 2019 19:52:50 GMT 1
Out of sight and hearing of the feast, and stars are indeed beautiful on such a night, there were likely much less stargazing than kissing, fondling and other things best left unmentioned. Alena knows exactly what to do, idiot boys in the bodies of men lucky or foolish enough to find themselves given over to her care tends to experience such bliss as they never before even knew to be possible.
Slipped my posting: orokos.com/roll/712480Objective: Lick the lamppost in winter. Free Deception: 6d6k4 18 2 DoS, so +2 ID ID: 13 DR: 4 Composure: 12 Sexy Seductive Levalle: 7d6r1k5+2 28 4*5-6=14, I think that's all folks.. |
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Mar 21, 2019 15:07:41 GMT 1
Woe to the man who attempted to run a pleasure house in Blackbriar lands. Septon Abelar and his flock has since long chased most of the flesh-peddlers and sin-mongers out of Gyldenhaal and as such Titus' upbringing had been fairly confined from such matters - up to a point. When your brother is Balon Blackbriar it's hard to stay ignorant. Once both at Starpike, his brother would drag Titus with and spy at the local girls, try to sneak into their establishments without getting caught, too young to know what it actually meant.
Years later, while attending a tournament at Lord Harroway's Town, Balon had insisted on buying Titus his first girl, it was his duty as big brother to make sure Titus grew up to a man, he'd said!
The experience had been... conflicting. Part exciting and exhilarating, part confusing and humiliating. Thirteen at the time, Titus' romantic rendezvous since had been a few and irregular, preferring the training ground where one didn't have to think about girls. So saying that Alena Flowers rocked his world is no overstatement. Titus is like pudding in her hands.
Hot pies, indeed.
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Post by Father on Mar 21, 2019 20:49:43 GMT 1
At some point into the night, who knows for how long? Less than an hour? Many hours? She eventually finds the gown, whether it is coincidence or design that she faces both Titus and the Moon when standing up to put it back on, who can tell? In the pale moonlight, she resembles a drawing of The Maiden herself, the sort of drawings that would have been consigned to the bonfires of Baelor the Blessed without a doubt. But such drawings could be found sold in the streets of Gardenton, Oldtown, King's Landing and other places. Butterbumps most certainly would have a collection.
A night to remember, perhaps to rue, though in the moment, as Alena retires for the night, there is nothing to suggest that he might come to regret this one act of giving in to desire.
/scene?
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Mar 21, 2019 21:59:35 GMT 1
He lingers, watching the swaying of her hips as she leaves. Alena was everything that was said of dornish women and he idly wondered if the same was true of Ashara...
Eventually he gets dressed and finds a little pond where he splashes his face. In the reflection there is a wide-mouthed fool grinning back at him.
Gods that felt good.
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